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They ran silently along the handiest street, speedily leaving the vicinity of the Place Mehemet Ali.

Chapter IV. THE WHITE-WHISKERED MAN
DOC SAVAGE and Long Tom reached the Hotel Londoner without incident. Consulting his watch, Doc
found it would be two hours until the Cameronic sailed.
In that two hours, several things happened. The incidents were such that they gave grave hint of trouble
ahead.

"Confound it!" said Long Tom, grinning widely. "I was in hopes we would have a nice, restful sea voyage
to New York."

Long Tom's grin gave the lie to his complaint. There was nothing Long Tom -- or Doc's other four aids,
for that matter -- liked better than the excitement that came out of their association with Doc. They took
to danger like bees to honey. And there was always danger around Doc, it seemed. That, together with
the pleasure of associating with one of the most remarkable of living men, was the attraction which drew
them to the man of bronze.

"I wonder, Long Tom, if you have drawn the same conclusions about this thing that I have?" Doc asked
dryly.

"You mean about what must be behind it?"

"Exactly."

Long Tom popped shirts and socks into his traveling bag.

"This guy who was trying to get me killed didn't want our gang on the Cameronic," he grunted. "Maybe I
flatter myself, but I'll bet he didn't want us aboard because he was afraid we'd be on hand to throw a
monkey wrench in some plan -- some devilish scheme that involves the Cameronic!"

Doc nodded. "My own suspicions are along that line."

Long Tom finished his packing. "What about our four pals, Renny, Monk, Ham, and Johnny?"

The four men named were the other members of Doc's group of five aids. Each, in his way, was an
unusual personage. Just as Long Tom was an electrical wizard of no mean note, so were these others
men of fame in the fields of engineering, chemistry, the law, and geology.

"They are to meet us on the ship," Doc explained.

Doc now produced the strange belt which the dead Pasha Bey had clutched. He examined it further.

Long Tom came over and also bent a scrutiny on the unusual object.

"Sylph, Henryetta, U. S. S. Voyager, Queen Neptune," he read some of the embroidered names aloud.
"Say -- those sound like the names of boats!"

"Right," Doc agreed. "Moreover, the circular, braided insignia, which bears each name, is in reality a tab
such as is worn on the peak of a ship officer's cap."